Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Chapter 6: No More Pretense, I’m a Cheating Techniques Expert, I’m Laying My Cards on the Table (2/2)
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The “God of Gamblers” series of movies still had a significant impact, and as soon as “Gao Jin” appeared on the scene, many people automatically filled in the God of Gamblers’ BGM in their minds.
The market for the special genre of “swindler” novels was broad.
“But swindlers are special, and I’m worried you can’t handle it,” Youyou said her view tactfully.
Her concerns were reasonable.
Wanting to write well about the profession of a “swindler,” there was a threshold, and just that threshold thwarted many people.
The current swindler novels on the market that were popular mostly took the form of “autobiographies.”
That is to say, to write well about “swindlers,” it’s best if you’re a swindler yourself, or related to the profession.
At the very least, you should be familiar with swindling.
If you’ve never even seen a swindler, that’s like “playing the lute in your pants”—utter nonsense!
Lin Chuan smiled faintly, now understanding what Youyou meant.
So.
He replied, “I know a bit about swindlers, which is why I wanted to give it a try.”
Not long after,
Youyou sent three messages in a row.
“As a full-time writer who graduated from university a year ago, where did you learn about swindlers?”
“Don’t go to those underground gambling dens just to write books, it’s too dangerous.”
“Flopping is temporary; I believe you can definitely write a good book, but don’t resort to those crooked paths.”
In between the lines, Youyou’s worries and anxieties were apparent.
She feared Lin Chuan would do something foolish.
People obsessed with creation, when they face a bottleneck, may do many baffling foolish things for a shred of creative inspiration.
From club models to police station detentions, a 15-day package, all are common occurrences.
For an author like Lin Chuan who had been flopping for years, for the sake of writing about swindlers, it’s entirely predictable for him to run off to chess and card rooms or underground gambling dens, Editor Youyou could guess as much.
“Youyou, don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m writing books seriously, I’ve never been to a gambling den,” Lin Chuan replied.
Youyou: “If you haven’t been to gambling dens, then I don’t recommend you write about this theme; it’s easy to flop.”
Lin Chuan: “I’ll tell you the truth, some days ago, my long-lost second uncle returned home. He used to be a gambler, encountered quite a few swindlers, and picked up some tricks, so I thought about artistically processing his experiences into a novel.”
Youyou: “/SmilingFace.jpg”
Lin Chuan: “Youyou, believe me, I really do know some tricks.”
Youyou: “/CuteNod.jpg”
Lin Chuan: “I’ll send you the beginning later, Youyou, help me review it.”
Youyou: “/FullOfExpectations.jpg”
Editor Youyou’s demeanor obviously showed she did not believe he understood swindling, let alone believed he knew “Cheating Techniques.”
But Lin Chuan wanted to write, so he decided to give it a go.
If it wasn’t good, he could just reject the draft with a click, and deal with it swiftly.
Lin Chuan chuckled.
He really wanted to recreate Wang Duoyu’s famous scene: Stop pretending, I am a master of cheating techniques, I’m laying my cards on the table!
But alas, cheating techniques, they’re not for displaying.
During the virtual reality experience of a swindler’s life the night before, Lin Chuan realized that most swindlers kept a low profile.
Brazen swindlers either truly had unmatched skills, invincible to all, or they met with a miserable end.
In the gambling dens, who there was the kind sort?
Similar to the tattooed individuals in nightclubs, which one of them was a good… good boy?
“I’ll send the beginning to Youyou first,” Lin Chuan muttered to himself.
Just when Lin Chuan was about to send it out…
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The banging noise came from the iron gate outside the house.
“Who’s looking for me at this hour?”
Lin Chuan frowned and murmured under his breath.
Stepping out of the room, he opened the iron gate and was visibly taken aback when he saw the person knocking.
It was Zhang.
Lin Chuan’s frown deepened in confusion, “Zhang, aren’t you watching movies, ah, I mean, shouldn’t you be checking on Old Zhang instead of looking for me?”